Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.